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Post by Aneira of Avaria on Jul 31, 2012 16:55:16 GMT -5
Aneira felt a slight chill and walked over to the window. Her eyes fell down to the courtyard, watching intently all the lives go on below. Courtiers and servants alike seemed to live carefree, a realization which, at that moment, made Aneira overcome with envy. Being the daughter of a King was not as glorious as most would be lead to believe. A King's daughter had little if any freedoms - even a common servant had more freedoms than she had. It was such a burden that she often wished that she had the life as the daughter of a minor lord or even a simple commoner, and in her place would be another, someone who wouldn't mind being the daughter of a King. But it was foolish to think such thoughts since history can not be changed, not in any single way. No matter how much she wished otherwise, she would always be the poor daughter of Alfred O'Cruen. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and turned her attention to the door of her chamber as it opened.
Nyneve entered, carrying newly cleaned laundry. The maidservant offered a short greeting and returned to her work. Wishing to strike up a friendly conversation, Aneira asked, "How are your parents?" She walked over to the table and picked up the pitcher of water, deciding to help water the chamber's flowers. "I know how you miss your family. Perhaps one of these days you can go visit them."
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